Expected behavior

I am a grandmother! Our granddaughter was born on Sunday. My husband, son and I drove to the hospital to visit with our daughter, her husband and to hold the new baby. It was the right thing to do. I've come to realize that certain behavior is expected during a special time such as an engagement, wedding, pregnancy or birth. I expected congratulations and best wishes from a couple people that to date have remained silent. I don't know why but to feel better, I pretend. "We're happy for you. Congratulations.". Working about 15 days straight at the flower shop. Lots of associates are out.

Restless and searching for something

My Dad decided that he wanted to know when his mother's family came to the New World. I spent the last couple days researching his Mother's family and typing a document. My grandparents spent years traveling around the country after they retired. They visited cemeteries, courthouses and libraries to complete family trees. Grandma published a book about her father's family. So it was quite easy for me to sift through the information. My grandmother's family has been in the US since 1635, and my great grandmother's people came on the Mayflower. My father's ancestor's came from England and Sweden in the 1800s as did my mother's. So no tracing my mother's and dad's folks to Plymouth Rock! My dad was pleased. I Included place of birth and death as well as burial info. Made a typo on my grandma's date of birth! The 2 and 3 keys are next to each other. Dreaming last night that I visited the school where I taught and was trying to find the exit. Went through a department store and a dental office. Waiting patiently for the arrival of our first baby granddaughter. She is due any moment. The search is not for something tangible but rather for inner calm, peace, and good rapport with and acceptance of others. That is the treasure I am seeking.

Tough tough week

I couldn't write much last month, because only the virtual keyboard on the tablet is working. I find virtual keyboards difficult and time consuming to use as a blogger. Today, though, I need to write, need to organize my thoughts. Tough, tough week. The evil one, who I won't name, was hard at work. I probably should have closed my mouth and not let my opinion been known, as it opened up biting comments about scheduling family events on my husband's day off and extreme irritation that I use all the plastic bags on the dog walks. I work in retail and I'm wondering how much verbal abuse should I have to take? The order is for today, but, when the customer called two days ago, said it was all wrong, had spent 20 minutes on the phone, how could I work in this business, I would not make it in the big city, would be terribly upset if clients were disappointed. This person threatened to post negative comments, to take orders to another business. The verbal abuse went on for 10 or 15 minutes, until I gave the owners' names and contact info. I had inputted lots of information, took the initiative to find out the name of the recipient and delivery details, sent the customer a copy of the orders. I knew intuitively from the get-go, that this customer would be difficult and at some point was going to yell and berate me. In the future, when I sense that there will be a situation, I refuse to deal and will let someone else handle the calls. I console myself with knowing that I helped 60 or so customers in the last few days and all thanked me for my time and help, and were happy with their gifts. Also, my friend at church told me, "It is over and done."

Keyboard is recognized at times

I saw on Facebook that a local Scout troop celebrated 100 years. My husband thought he might have been a member back in the day. He found his scout memorabilia and discovered that he had been a member of a different troop. He washed and ironed his neckerchiefs and organized the photos. Was thrilled to discover his copies of the 1968 Tiger World Series tickets in with the souvenirs. He took them to work to show his friends. Still not sure if the problem is with the tablet or keyboard​ because sometimes the keyboard works fine. It makes blogging slow and tedious. My friend and I are going to lunch and the store on Wednesday. Her constant complaints and name-calling of the house Manager are tiring. I need to tell her that I don't want to talk about him all the time. I know her feelings toward him. She has hearing loss and should be checked for hearing aids. The aids need to be used friendly and not too expensive. Hope her case worker can place her in a different group home.

Haunting photos

Still working on the external keyboard problem. I have to discover if the problem is with then keyboard or tablet. I was reading Facebook news when I came across a post of the young Brazilian woman who was murdered by six thugs. To be honest, I couldn't bear to look too closely at her thin bloodied body. Is she not one of God's children? Are not all the transgenders who lost their lives children of God? Who are these murderers to judge a life to be worthless? I hope the authorities apprehend the perpetrators and they pay for their crimes. I now realize how many transgenders have been murdered in the past 28 years and sadly, the number is increasing. Flagrant disrespect for life. Dandara and Chyna. Eternal rest grant into them, O Lord. And let perpetual light shine upon them. Rest in peace.

External keyboard not working

My android tablet is not recognizing my external keyboard making writing difficult. Every so often it works but most of the time, I use the cyber keyboard. I drove to the farm for a riding lesson on Wednesday. I tried to move Hope into the corners by using my legs. I practiced the test for the horse show. I will repeat last year's test and continue to learn to canter. I have yet to canter by myself. Riding and walking the dogs relaxes me. On WEdnesday, we walked through the woods into the subdivision and home. Tonight we are celebrating our two youngest daughter's birthdays at a restaurant. The store is quiet but I haveexpected it after Valentine's Day. The weather here is unseasonably warm. I remember when I skated until April on the rink my Dad made in the backyard. I am happy with the cold as long as the sun is shining. Gray gloomy days pull my mood down. My friend and I plan to celebrate her birthday on Tuesday. We will eat out and go to the grocery store. Her living situation is still bad. She needs another placement but her case worker is not willing to move her.

Discouraged, sad friend

I'm concerned about my friend who is living in the group home. She seems to be a "throw away" person because of her mental health issues. She needs a supportive environment where she has three meals available, dental and health appointments, encouragement to take classes at the community college and fellowship. She has been living in this home where the manager rarely interacts with her, never takes her to dental and health appointments, does not provide a lunch. She had been emotionally stable for the last 10 years. About a year ago, her case worker moved her out of the group home into a 24K. She did not live successfully in the 24K, was asked to leave. Now she is miserable and says no one cares. She needs a family, people who support, encourage and help her. So sad that her cousins won't let her live with them. However, I don't know if she can get out of the system after being in it for years. On a happy note, she and I are celebrating her birthday at a restaurant and going to the grocery store in a couple weeks.